Murder Game lyrics

by

Black Milk


[Hook]x2
(Murder game)
Playing on the 1-8-7
Bullets fly around this b*tch 2-4-7
Make a homicide at a 2-11
Have a motherf*cking running straight towards heaven
(Murder game)

[Verse 1 : Danny Brown]
Playing on the murder game play
Show me where we is, n*gga, show me where we at
And ...
We gonna find us where we at
When the ...
Let'em notice where we at
And tell me where we is
I'mma cop a couple shales
Leave your stomach drippin' like an open lunchpale
Run up on a n*gga with the 4o, go BLOCKO!
This n*gga soft like a old hard taco (murder game)
Just a bunch of n*gga ... (gluten ?)
SWATS and the jacks and the old n*gga ....
n*ggas get retired, everything a n*gga lost
Pay a n*gga off, send him to the pay off
... a n*gga over, when a shoot don't miss
Irrespect, ... now walking with a limp
Ain't a woman in a city for the lo
And your mama cryin', that's a real loose-up
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[Verse 2 : Guilty Simpson]
Blood up slave, home of the brave
Gets no turn when your fat catch grenade (who?)
I duct ... with a chopper and a swiss blade
Smack a b*tch n*gga with a (papa ?) cause he b*tch made
I turn you frontyard Crimson homo
You choke on Simpson come around like Romo
My gun swiss cheese bozo ...
I'm with your polo, whoop ass like bolo, oh no
I must've lost it, dreams I'm not have any in my ...
Shoot guns and toss it, be cautious
f*ck your stare, ARs take your tops off like Tupperware
I'm a motherf*cking problem, deal with it
You can bring all your security and still get it
Fools realize that their homeboys are not as hard
Cause they f*ckin' body guards need a body guard

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